Guns are more convincing than words at any time.

For example now.

Li didn't take too long to make a decision, and he had no doubt that the people in front of him didn't even need a charge to destroy them.

Even though the refugees behind him were not willing, he tried to convince them.

"We have no choice, they won't let us continue, and we can't go back."

A ragged wastelander couldn't help but yell, "What if we hand over our weapons and they fired us directly?"

"So what if we don't hand over our weapons?" Li said to the man, "They don't even need a charge to kill us."

The wastelander could not refute.

There are more than 180 people in total, most of them are old, weak, women and children. There are less than 70 young and middle-aged men who can form combat effectiveness... And this is also a case that includes children over eight years old and under fourteen years old.

All the firearms were only more than twenty, and the rest were bows, arrows and spears. These equipment was enough to deal with some equally bad plunderers, but they could only hide from the distance when they encountered tough straits.

It is not the first time they have been driven away by other survivor strongholds, and few people will open their living rooms in the winter.

At least, these people did not fire directly without the ability to destroy them.

This is the greatest kindness...

After the refugees put down their weapons, Chu Guang asked the wrench to send two people in and take away their weapons. At the same time, he kept his promise and set up a big pot on the open space at the east gate.

Chu Guang could not give them food as good as the players, but he would not watch the refugees starve and freeze in the cold wind.

He released a task through the VM, asking scrambled eggs with tomatoes to get 50 kilograms of green wheat to make a pot of porridge for them.

At the same time, the man named Li, with the young and middle-aged labor force who can still work, set up a camp in the open space fifty meters away from the east gate.

The terrain here is undulating, with dead trees embedded in the snow everywhere, and concrete debris and a small amount of building debris can be used.

Building a shack is a necessary skill for every wastelander, and these people are no exception. After giving them some shovels, carts and other tools, the work went smoothly.

At the same time, the big pot at the east gate was also set up. As the water in the pot boiled, the scrambled eggs poured all the green wheat in.

Wheat with a oxalic acid smell is difficult to make people feel appetite. It can only be removed after cooking it for a while.

But this is for players.

For those hungry people who are about to starve to death, even a little bit of turbid soup is a supreme delicacy.

The white air floating on the pot made all the refugees swallow their saliva, and the speed of building the camp was faster.

As for Chu Guang himself, his physique has reached 14, and his working efficiency is nearly three times that of a normal person. Not to mention that ordinary diseases are useless to him, even a certain dose of toxicity and lighter radiation can be immune to him to a certain extent.

Seeing that the manager understood, Old Luca paused and continued.

"In addition, it's food..."

"you say."

"We provide them with the lowest standards. More than 180 people consume nearly 50 kilograms of food every day, and the monthly expenses are 1,500 kilograms, and this is ideal. Although you exchanged some food from the Trail Blazers, this cold winter may continue until the end of February next year, or even early March... our own food is already very tight."

The number of players at the outpost is now 500, and the daily food consumption reaches an astonishing half a ton of food. Sometimes Old Luca really feels that those people are simply a bucket of food and have no energy at all. They want to eat twice or even three times the amount of them a day.

Currently, the total grain reserves of the outpost base are only over 30 tons, of which one third of the corn, rice and potatoes bought from the Trail Blazers, and one third of the raw meat, jerky, and fishing catches obtained from hunting.

The rest were the spoils obtained from Blood Hands, the old leech, and part of the tribute that Brown Farm took the initiative to pay.

Conservatively estimated that if consumed according to the current trend, these foods may be enough to last until the end of the year.

"Food is indeed a problem," Chu Guang thought for a moment, "I will find a way to do this."

Just one month ago, the food at the outpost was not even enough for dozens of people to eat for half a month.

Biggest.

Just ask your neighbors to borrow some.

...

After the porridge for helping hungry people was distributed, the noise in the refugee camp gradually subsided.

Many people have been traveling all the way and can no longer withstand the fatigue. Now their stomachs are filled with warm food, and they are curled up in their sleeping bags under the shack and fall asleep.

Although they were asleep, the wrench did not dare to relax their vigilance, arranged for people to stand on the wall to guard themselves, and always pay attention to the situation in the refugee camp.

Chu Guang was not too worried.

He didn't even take the Blood Hand clan seriously, let alone some refugees?

In the room near the East Gate of Changjiu Farm, he met the man named "Li".

This man should be the representative or leader selected by this group of refugees.

“Thank you for your generosity!”

After entering the house, Li knelt on one knee on the ground, nodded and said, "If it weren't for you, many of us would probably not be able to last tonight."

"We don't want to kneel here, get up," Chu Guang continued to look at the man standing up, "We can provide you with shelter, but you must be conscious of staying under others and abide by our rules and customs. At the same time, you have to know that this is not free."

Li nodded.

This is a reasonable requirement.

No one will welcome unruly guests.

Moreover, before becoming refugees, they had a home, so they were conscious of the unpopularity of the identity of "homeless".

"What do you need."

Chu Guang: "It's very simple. If you work for us, we will pay you. You can exchange your own reward for food, fuel, or something."

Before the B3 level is unlocked, the number of players is temporarily in a bottleneck. Without the addition of newbies, he needs more indigenous people to replace the growing newbies and engage in those low-end, low-value-added repetitive benefits.

Although he always jokes that players work harder than animals when doing work, it is impossible to always treat them as animals.

When moving bricks occasionally, you are experiencing life, and when moving bricks every day, you are work.

When he heard what the adult said, Li's expression relaxed a little, and even showed a hint of joy.

Originally, in his expectation, it would be good to have a meal. In other places of survivors, the status of refugees is not nobler than that of slaves. He had never thought about rewards.

"Thank you for giving us a chance to survive."

"We can give you only chances. Whether you can catch it depends on yourself," Chu Guang paused, looking at him and continued, "I heard from my subordinates that you had a survivor settlement before. In other words, you are not nomads?"

Li nodded quickly and said.

"Yes, sir."

Chu Guang: "Tell me what you will all be."

Li immediately said: "We can do a lot, including hunting, farming, weaving ropes, we also have carpenters and blacksmiths... We can do it for you as long as you need it."

Looking at Li's hurry to promote the sale, Chu Guang nodded slightly satisfied.

Hunters, carpenters and other handicraftsmen were exactly what he needed. As for blacksmiths, they could arrange to go to the steel factory with a little training.

Although these laborers are not as good as his players, they are always stronger than nomads. However, relatively speaking, the physical fitness of these survivors may be slightly weaker and do not bring the livestock Chu Guang wants.

"You can settle yourself first in the past two days."

"I will arrange things for you in two days."

"By the way, your name is not very auspicious and easy to be confused. You can either add a surname to yourself, or I will give you a name."

Giving a name and surname means acceptance, and it also means recognition of conversion.

Unexpectedly, the lord here was so generous. The man was immediately delighted and said quickly.

"Please give me a name!"

Chu Guang thought for a while and said.

"We are called Changjiu Farm here. If your surname is not suitable, your surname is Jiu. The character Li is changed to Liming's Li."

"From today, your name is Jiuli."

...

Official website:

[Announcement: A group of vagrants came to Changjiu Farm (prosperity +50).

[Long-term farms have increased their "immigration wave" buff: food, fur demand increases, and population inflow increases.]

[Old Luca’s troubles: We don’t have much food, so we can’t always support them. It would be great if we could find some things for them to do. (Tip: There are many excellent hunters and handicraftsmen among the refugees. After reaching the "friendly" reputation level, they can operate industries locally and hire them to work.)]

[Today's recommended recipe: salt and pepper corn, mapo tofu (it's okay if it's not numb or spicy)]

[Tiji Teng Hut: The new one is available in the Tiji Teng Hut, and a lot of silk fabrics are waiting for you.]

Tail: "!! New plot! What did you do while Tail is away?!∑(?Д?ノ)ノ"

Quit smoking: "Damn! There is a new NPC!? Dad is awesome in planning!"

The Mole in the Canyon: "I guessed it really, the prosperity is really linked to the number of NPC population! But this value does not seem to be calculated based on the population through a fixed formula, but is driven by events?"

Ye Shi: "I suspect that the operator has hired a P-company to plan in, waiting for the ancestors' methods to be immutable and comets to come over our heads. (Funny)"
To be continued...